Wax, or the Discovery of Television Among the Bees Page #3

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of St. Anthony.

I met Father Bessarian.

He told me that there were demons

in the desert.

Father Bessarian also told me

that bees lived in the historical

marker at Trinity site

where the Army had tested the first

plutonium bomb.

That was 40 miles to the north.

The next morning found me at

White Sands,

a great stretch of pulverized gypsum.

The main ingredient in wallboard.

Out of the haze, a giant floating

light appeared.

Its body was a poem, written in the

language of Cain.

Here was a missile that had left the

Earth, and returned to touch me.

The desert became the past.

The dead marched across the sands

to reach me.

Their shadows crossed my face,

and I began to cry.

The sky opened...

I could see the darkness.

I wanted to take a picture,

but all I could do

was dance.

That's when the bees arrived,

riding on broken fragments of time.

They flattened the sands,

and built a room for me on stilts

so that I could be in the air

when the shuttle returned.

But I never saw it land.

I flew directly to the Garden of Eden

where there was a message waiting

for me in my grandfather's diary.

It was written by the dead.

From the bed of my birth

to the bed of my death

and beyond,

I would have to travel with the bees

to find the person I was meant to kill

on the planet

inside the Earth.

The Mesopotamian bees of my grandfather

were waiting for me on this planet.

They would show me my victim at the

moment of the kill.

At the end of the story,

I was still dead.

An angel arrived,

from the planet of Life

to take me back

to the White Sands.

The next day I arrived at Trinity site,

about 20 miles past White Sands.

There were camera bunkers still

standing from the famous test.

This was the birthplace of the

plutonium bomb.

The marker was my goal.

If there were bees...

I was glad I had my suit on.

On the bee tv

I could see myself.

I was approaching the marker.

I couldn't remember where this place was.

I did know that once I had traveled

across the ocean to Basra

in Mesopotamia

to find the tower of Babel.

I knew that I was from Alamogordo.

That couldn't be more than

50 miles by car.

But I didn't know how I could get back,

except perhaps as a bomb.

I couldn't allow that to happen.

I had to call Mellisa and warn her.

I dialed "O" for the operator,

but got ground zero instead.

Over and over,

I tried to make that call.

And then I remembered...

the bee tv showed me

that I was at Trinity site.

So that I would understand,

the bees showed me a movie called,

"The Garden of Eden Cave".

Starring me, Jacob Maker,

as "Fat Boy",

the first and loneliest plutonium bomb.

I lived in a mad tower

above Trinity site.

The day of my death,

the other dead came to visit me.

They said,

"Little bomb,

it is July 16, 1945."

"Now that you're gone,

they will make you a marker."

"And the bees will come to live here,

and the flying saucers."

"So you will know, that through

the grace of God,

the maker of people;

His son, the savior of the Christians;

and those bees who swarm through the air,

that though you are dead you were born

Zoltan Abbassid on July 11, 1882."

This is true.

In my youth, I studied Volapk,

rival of Esperanto, the artificial

language of international peace

and reconstructed the language of

Cain spoken

at the tower of Babel.

In 1915, I - Zoltan Abbassid,

traveled to Basra, in southern

Mesopotamia

in search of remnants from the

Tower of Babel.

The British campaign in Mesopotamia

had recently climaxed with a surrender

to the Turks

at Kut.

I traveled by plane

and boat against the retreat

to arrive at the famous tomb of Ezra,

the gatekeeper of the Garden of Eden.

I knew that the remnants of Babel

were hidden here.

I found native bees... in British hives.

Bees that danced backwards.

I dissected the queen.

She was blind.

My guess was that these bees had come

from INSIDE the Earth.

When I had this thought, I saw pictures.

I saw a man I had never met.

He told me that these bees had come

to Basra

through a cave that led to the center

of the Earth

where there was a planet that

someday I would visit.

The Tower of Babel was there

and the bees lived inside it.

When the movie was over,

I realized that the world was

surrounded by darkness.

That's because there was a cave the

size of mid-town Manhattan

hidden beneath the New Mexico desert.

The bees were waiting for me there

to show me how to get to that planet

and meet my victim.

So I followed the pictures inside my brain...

towards the dark place.

Beyond the desert,

in the mountains,

I found the Garden of Eden cave.

There was only one way in...

I had reached the land of the dead.

I relaxed for a few moments,

and then I was ready.

I knew which way to go.

Into the darkness.

The first thing I noticed

was the light.

The bees had illuminated the cave

for me.

The bees appeared on the tv,

speaking the language of Cain.

They were waiting for me.

They weren't directly visible to sight,

but I knew they were there.

The intricate stonework was their

honeycomb.

I saw myself on the television.

Then I saw the bees,

directly,

for the first time.

They were 30 feet tall.

They sang for me.

I could see that the bees lived

in the darkness around this part

of the cave.

Our world was puny and finite

in comparison with theirs.

I understood them as little

as the bees understood the beekeeper.

That didn't discourage me.

I continued to walk through the cave.

A tourist in the land of the dead.

Each corner held a new amazement.

They had created a world where the dead

could live.

Each soul could have a square of land

and time.

Both qualities were fluid,

the products of powerful

thought machines.

that worked behind the scenes,

powered by the raw energy of the bees.

It was a mechanism of astonishing

complexity.

All this tired me. I slept in a dark

corner - like a bee.

When the underground sun rose,

I could feel my destiny pressing

in on me.

It was time for me to find out

who I was going to kill.

Time

went forwards

and backwards.

I emerged in a room

as bright as noon,

covered with magnificent honeycomb.

Hidden behind those walls

the bees were sculpting enormous

wax figurines.

Feminine forms,

in which they intended to enter

our world.

They promised me one of these bodies

after my death.

To earn it, I would have to enter

their world.

I drove through a tunnel

and arrived at a city.

In the city, there was a building.

In the building, there was a room.

On the wall of the room was a

vibrating bookshelf

that held a crystalline book.

In the book, was the story of the bees

told in secret words

shaped from the bodies of the dead.

The story told me that here in the

Garden of Eden cave

vengeance was being planned

for the dead.

I shut the book,

left the building

and got in my car

for the long journey home.

I knew I wouldn't be alone for long.

Once I had traveled into the darkness,

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